Dressed as a fake young master, I tear up the script

Rong Tingye carried Xia Xingqiao all the way to the single bed behind the curtain in the school doctor's room.

Just as Xia Xingqiao was put down gently, Rong Tingye was about to stand up, but suddenly felt a not-so-great force in front of him stop his movements.

He looked down, and it turned out that Xia Xingqiao was holding the front of his clothes and refused to let go.

Rong Tingye: "... Qiao Qiao?"

Hearing his voice, Xia Xingqiao trembled as if a small animal was startled, then shook his head in Rong Tingye's arms, even intending to drill deeper.

It was rare for him to play with his temper, but he refused to raise his head.

Rong Tingye's voice was stained with a helpless smile: "Qiao Qiao, be good. I have to help you treat the wound."

The wound on the knee was treated with a simple spray just now, but I still don't feel relieved.

Only then did Xia Xingqiao obediently let go, but he still sat by the bed, with his head down, unwilling to look at Rong Tingye.

When he finally raised his head, Rong Tingye finally knew why Xia Xingqiao was like this.

I saw the boy's small face was soaked with tears, his eyes and nose were all red, and he was crying pitifully.

When he raised his head, there was even a crystal teardrop hanging on the tip of his small nose.

The four eyes met, and they were speechless for a moment.

Before anyone could speak to break the silence, Xia Xingqiao suddenly burped loudly.

Xia Xingqiao: "..."

Rong Tingye: "..."

Rong Tingye covered his mouth with curled fingers, turned his face and coughed twice.

When he turned his head again, the smile on his face was well suppressed by Rong Tingye.

Xia Xingqiao: ...Help! Can QAQ be more embarrassing? !

He calmly took the tissue from Rong Tingye's hand, covered his face, and wiped away his tears indiscriminately.

And Rong Tingye went to get the medical kit, and when he came back, he squatted down beside the bed and took off Xia Xingqiao's left shoe very naturally.

"Hey?!"

Xia Xingqiao was startled by Doctor Rong's actions. He widened his eyes slightly and opened his mouth to say something, but he closed his mouth again after seeing Rong Tingye's calm and normal expression.

But Xia Xingqiao's ears were still red.

... Is Dr. Rong so gentle and considerate to every patient?

Xia Xingqiao wore a pair of white pump socks today, which just exposed his beautiful ankles.

Moreover, Xia Xingqiao's ankles were so thin that Rong Tingye could easily hold them with one hand.

I don't know if it was Xia Xingqiao's illusion, but he felt that Dr. Rong's gaze stayed on his ankle for a while.

Xia Xingqiao: ...Is it an illusion?

"Very unique tattoo, very suitable for you." Dr. Rong said.

...well, it's not an illusion.

Xia Xingqiao felt that the black star on her ankle started to feel hot.

Rong Tingye supported Xia Xingqiao's foot, letting it step on his bent leg.

Then he carefully disinfected Xia Xingqiao's wound with a cotton ball dipped in iodophor, and slowed down his movements after Xia Xingqiao couldn't help sobbing twice.

In the end, Rong Tingye blew two breaths to comfort Xia Xingqiao's wound.

……

After the wound was finally sterilized and bandaged, Xia Xingqiao sniffled, and finally couldn't help asking the question that had been hidden in her heart for a long time:

"Doctor Rong, why are you being so nice to me?"

Rong Tingye paused when he closed the medical box, and he laughed softly:

"Of course there is something I want from you."

Xia Xingqiao didn't expect to get this answer, he was puzzled and said:

"Is there anything I can do for you..."

Rong Tingye slowly shook his head and said, "If there is one in the future, I hope Qiao Qiao can help me."

"Okay." Xia Xingqiao nodded solemnly, and then couldn't help muttering in a low voice:

"But, I don't think there is anything I can do to help you..."

Dr. Rong can always appear when he needs it the most. It feels like he is omnipotent. How can I need his help.

"It will definitely help."

Rong Tingye looked into Xia Xingqiao's eyes and said suddenly, his tone was extremely firm.

He didn't get up, he was still in a half-squat position, and Xia Xingqiao's foot was still on Rong Tingye's leg.

Rong Tingye raised his head slightly, while Xia Xingqiao sat on the edge of the bed and lowered his head. When the two looked at each other, Xia Xingqiao seemed to be about to grab something.

But suddenly there was a rhythmic knock on the door, and Xia Xingqiao suddenly came back to his senses.

"Xiao Wu, are you inside?"

Xia Xingqiao and Rong Tingye looked towards the door together.